Adam is gonna have PTSD flashbacks when he see Nifty
https://youtu.be/jWUzOmKK79s?si=VV92YkI6-bObyDHG
More of the hazbin crew using Nifty to keep Adam in check pls
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The Things We've Created 🩷
It's crazy how much I see things everywhere about how hateful the internet is and how cruel people are online and etc, etc, social media is ruining our trust in humanity.
And then I come over here, to our little damirae fandom nestled inside a small nook on Tumblr, and- I kid you not- not even three minutes after I make a little post about two fictional characters from a TV show which aired years ago, at least two people whom I will never meet, maybe living in a completely different country, maybe on the other side of the world, have already liked my post or told me how great I am. And then a hundred people do the same.
All I'm saying is that yeah, people can be toxic and sometimes the world is shit, but as a fandom we all created our community together. Born from a common passion that we all share and it's honestly beautiful how we all support each other within it. We may be here for different reasons, or participate in different ways, but look at what we've created guys. We've all gravitated here by some stroke of fate and fostered a community of people who support each other and encourage creativity for our Demonbirds. We did that. We're really doing that. And we continue to do that because despite coming from different places or fandoms we've found something here worth staying for.
So regardless if you are an artist, a headcanon or fanfic writer, a reader, a commenter, or someone who visits occasionally and doesn't leave a like or reblog, this is a shout-out to you. You helped nurture and build this beautiful community. You are the beating heart of our shared love for these characters. And if someone ever asked my opinion on what a genuine community looked like, I'd probably describe something similar to what we have. Something real. Something wonderful.
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ALRIGHTY, SLEEPSONA TIME!
I suck at sharing OC lore so bear with me. Basing this off of the band lore/characters, not the actual people.
Name: Love Veris [Name that was literally shouted from my subconscious while listening to Jaws]
Current Age: 25
Age She became a Vessel: 21
Occupation: Witch
I can literally see her in my mind but I can't draw her. [*Screaming Internally*]
Appearance: Long brown hair with streaks of grey. Usually worn in a bun or single braid.
Dark Green eyes
Tan skin mottled in scattered scars and burns
6'2 and lean muscle
Color Palette: Green, black, grey, maroon
Likes: Candy, Oranges, Fantasy novels, Poetry, Coyotes, cats, cooking
Dislikes: Loud Noises, being interrupted, Deep Water, the number 27
Instrument: Six string acoustic guitar
Still working on how she met Sleep and How she ended up as a vessel.
Thinking about calling her VII [Seven]
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We’ll Keep Each Other Warm
Summary: Sebastian wants to swap scarves with MC. Also kissing. (Sebastian Sallow x Hufflepuff f!MC)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None!
Word count: 500
A/N: inspired by this post by @witchywriter18, I combined the scarf bit with another idea I had. I think they’re stronger together just like Sebastian and MC. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
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Their empty butter beer glasses clinked as MC and Sebastian set them down on the table. They were celebrating the end of a rather lovely Christmas break, like all the other students that had crowded into the Three Broomsticks, and had spent the better part of the day talking about, well, everything.
“Back to Hogwarts, then?” Sebastian nodded to the darkening sky outside the window.
“Probably best.”
MC reached across the table and picked up her scarf. She almost had it halfway on when she realized the colors were wrong. “Sorry Sebastian, I-“
She looked up to find that Sebastian had taken her Hufflepuff scarf, and already settled it around his neck. He grinned at her over the stripes of black and yellow. “Go on then, wear it.”
Grinning despite herself, MC wound the green and silver scarf around her neck, draping it over her shoulders. She breathed in, letting his Slytherin scent fill her nose. A mixture of Feldcroft pine, library books, and dittany. It made her wonder what Sebastian was smelling on her scarf now… probably niffler.
Snow covered the roofs and lanes of Hogsmeade. More fell around them now, though it had slowed a great deal. The fresh powder was hiding patches of ice, which MC discovered quite by accident. One misplaced step sent her reeling, but she righted herself before she could fall into the snowbank beside the path.
Sebastian took her arm, laughing. “I think someone had one butterbeer too many tonight.”
“Nonsense! I just slipped on some ice.”
“That delightful flush on your cheeks says otherwise. Rather a good look on you.” The lightness in his tone and mischief in his eyes made MC’s stomach flip.
Or maybe she did have one too many butterbeers.
Sebastian cupped her face in his gloved hands, thumbs tracing the curves of her cheeks. They leaned closer, lips about to touch, when one of them found the icy patch again. With nothing to grab onto but each other, Sebastian and MC tumbled into the drift of snow. MC grunted as Sebastian’s weight pressed her into the ground, and he quickly raised himself up on his arms.
“Sorry,” he said, the flush in his cheeks matching hers.
MC grabbed him by the scarf - her scarf - and pulled him into a kiss. For a moment she thought they might melt the snow piled around them. When their lips finally parted, icy flakes still surrounded them, clinging to their hair and clothes.
“Sebastian?”
“Yes, MC?”
“It’s really cold down here.”
“That it is.” A little reluctantly, he stood and offered her a hand up.
They were more careful of the road as they trekked back to Hogwarts. That wasn’t the only thing that kept their arms linked and their shoulders huddled close, though.
Sebastian insisted on walking her back to the Hufflepuff common room, even though his joke about her overindulgence in butterbeer was long forgotten. They stopped to say goodnight at the top of the staircase that led down to the kitchens.
“Don’t you want your scarf back?” MC asked, fingering the wool at her throat.
“Nope,” said Sebastian, grinning. “I’m keeping yours. We’ll switch for a while.”
“But…”
“We can keep each other warm even when we’re apart.”
Speechless and blushing, MC noted the satisfied grin at her reaction. He turned and headed toward the Slytherin common room, calling over his shoulder in a singsong voice, “Good night, MC.”
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